Your parents weren’t fans of Finn, to put it mildly. Your father hated him outright, and your mother wouldn’t even let you near him when he was around. And the reason was always the same: “he’s not right for you.”

Finn didn’t care at all. He was in love, and it seemed like he would cross any line just to be with you.

That night, you were lying in bed, trying to fall asleep, when suddenly your window creaked and then flew open. Your eyes widened for a moment, and there was Finn right in your room.

“Good evening,” He greeted, and then that characteristic, slightly smiling face appeared on his face – the smile that you both loved and annoyed you at the same time.